Dichotomy

Sitting in this quiet library,

looking out at redwoods

taller than its four stories,

it’s hard to imagine 

bombs falling on Tehran,

blood and rubble,

the terrified cry of a new orphan.

Harder perhaps for her

to picture this —

crows instead of missiles

flying across blue sky,

a town so lovely

monarch butterflies

choose to winter here,

mothers and fathers

like mine

who grow old.

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Mary Camille Thomas

Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz, California who considers herself lucky to have returned after living internationally and on the road. She is a librarian by profession, and her poetry has appeared in The Moving Force Journal, Porter Gulch Review, and Sisters Singing. She is currently working on a novel called What Lies Buried and a collection of poems of the spirit.

11 thoughts on “Dichotomy”

  1. Mary, my heart is breaking… and breaking open in this dichotomy. Thank you for your words so carefully put together … they reach out and across to hold us. Deep gratitude , Kim

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  2. SO LOVELY, SO SAD!

    “Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.”    –Maya Angelou

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